It was a normal It, on the outside.blue, smooth, eel-like, and fatally poisonous.

Weren’t all Its like that?

It went about with its job normally, too.kill that dissender, eat this one’s child out.

Normal business. Everyday. Standard procedure for the world it lived in.a corrupt rule, a future decay. a once great Earth in ruins.

It knew no remorse. No it did. No conscience for the role it held, the lives it ruined.Its never feel, the manual says. Manual 88A. Its are the perfect soldiers and spies, the marketing pitch says. They don’t exist, the ministry says.